(917 Crossing the Shadow Sacrifice Array with Blood, Crossing the Stone and Turning into Soil)

The key to his desire to reap the benefits is to persevere until dawn. But glancing at the missing watch on the altar, he realized that it would be at least half an hour before the first rays of morning light pierced the heavens.

In his eyes, although there was a female cultivator of Jindan Sanhua who was breaking into the battle, this was not the problem.

Of course, it is okay for the Sanhua Monk to forcibly break the formation, but at least it will take an hour to break through. In addition, the Purple Mansion male cultivator of the Ghost Owl Clan didn't care about him even more.

What was really terrifying was the Qingjia Demon Cultivator who was at the forefront. The cultivation on his body was obscure, but every step he took almost stepped on the weakness of the Deer Valley Cemetery formation.

If it weren't for the entire Carboxy tribe, only the high priest and patriarch could fully understand the weaknesses of this formation, and he held two positions, he would have doubted that the Carboxhire people had internal guidance.

At this rate, it would take less than a quarter of an hour for the trio to make their way through the deer bone graveyard unscathed, and then into the lake, where his dreams would be dashed.

He stood up and walked to the middle of the altar. There is a circular altar here. The altar was unclean, mottled with blood and flesh, and flies flying around.

He took out a sharp bone knife, slashed it at his wrist, and sprinkled the blood on the altar.

As soon as the blood touched the filthy altar, it seemed to fall on a red-hot iron, making a sizzling sound and turning into a mist of blood.

All that remained on the altar was a dark stain of blood. The flies around were attracted by the blood mist and buzzed even more excitedly.

Even if some formation masters who have refined the formation pupils can see through the formation of the Deer Valley Cemetery, they will definitely not be able to see all the variables.

The blood of his Patriarch of the Carboxy Clan can stimulate the biggest variable in this formation. This can make all the power of the entire large array converge and explode in an instant, killing all the living beings in the formation.

This move is enough to kill all the monks below Jindan Sanhua. As for that Sanhua Female Cultivator, even if she couldn't kill her all at once, she could be severely injured to the point that she didn't have the strength to continue to break the formation for the time being.

The cost of doing so was huge. Not only will his own cultivation be damaged, but the death qi of the entire Deer Valley will also be depleted by one-third. It can't be made up without thousands of years.

The defense of the Carboxy tribe will be greatly reduced. In the next thousand years, if there is an invasion of the Jindan Wild Demon, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold it.

But what does it matter? At that time, he had already enjoyed the high-ranking officials and grace in the most prosperous Houtu City in Dongsheng Divine Continent, and he was in a good place.

The blood he sacrificed was like a pigment dripping into the water of a lake, and the Great Array of Deer Bone Graveyards was completely different.

What was originally a dark and gloomy world in the fog instantly turned blood red.

The mountain of deer bones by the great lake suddenly absorbed the blood and qi floating in the air, and began to give birth to blurred flesh and blood. The flesh and blood of these bones had not yet fully grown before they gained the ability to move and struggled to get up.

They climbed together like a large group of spiders gathered together, forming a blood-colored body of bones and flesh, but with a pair of dark blue cold eyes, and a huge mouth surrounded by countless white forest teeth.

The deep black jaw opened, and countless breaths of pain, fear, and death poured out, like a flood coming from the sky.

It is a monster formed by the pain, fear, and resentment of countless deer who were born herbivores, ambushed by fierce beasts on the shores of this lake, and devoured by flesh.

It does not hate those carnivorous beasts, it resents the law of heaven and earth itself, the ruthless way of sentient beings who eat the weak and the strong.

Therefore, it has no other thoughts, and its only wish is to kill all living beings in this area, so that the whole area will become a place of death, and if there is no life, there will be no suffering. Only the absence of life can dispel its hatred of the laws of heaven and earth.

With such a will, it makes no sense for you to use your mana to forcibly fight against it. The more you fight, the stronger he becomes. It's like the Ilisai River, the more it is filled, the worse the embankment will burst.

"Without the realm above Jindan Sanhua, it is impossible to stop this force at all. ”

The Night King watched all of this coldly, watching this resentment surging like a thousand beasts running wildly.

If Gou Zhu can't come up with any means to get rid of it quickly, he will have to break free from the immortal lock on his own.

"Rest assured, it's a trivial matter. ”

Even if the formation master has the ability to heart the formation, although he can see through the formation, he can't predict all the variables in the formation. Because in addition to the formation, there will be other things involved.

For example, the Shadow itself is not part of this formation. He used his own blood sacrifice to stimulate the formation, which is not something that can be predicted just by looking at the formation.

But the god of the Nine Refinements was born with the ability to calculate. After he entered this formation, he not only had a thorough view of the formation, but also deduced any possible variables in his mind all the time.

At this moment, he was already standing at the front with confidence, and the white light in his hand flashed, and there was a thick shield.

Miraculously, this shield is not dead, but alive. At the same time as he appeared, half of his head and a pair of eyes cautiously poked out.

This is not actually a shield, but a turtle. It's just that the shell of the turtle is really hard, and it is easier to use than the meteorite Dingfang inkstone, so Gou Zhu often takes out this little turtle as a shield.

The frenzy of resentment is coming like the wind!

In the reflection world of the Great Lake, Wadoishi, who left the altar, also saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

The lakeside tribes he was familiar with were now pitted one pit after another.

Each of these pits is tens of zhang in diameter and several zhang deep. The pit was charred black, and everything that existed was gone, tamped into a part of the earth.

Because they were not dug up, but were smashed to the ground by some great force, like a fist.

The tribe's houses were smashed into pits and could be rebuilt. But if this vicious battle affects the canyon where all the Karma people are hiding, it will be doomed!

Watashi made up his mind that even if the High Priest Wataruki objected, he would issue an expulsion order against these Terrans. If they refused to stop, he threatened to let the Crane people in and force them to compromise.

But when he looked around, there was silence all around, and there was no breath of life. Where have all those people gone?

Suddenly, he noticed that the strange thing was not around, but above his head. Only then did he hurriedly look over his head.

In the night sky, the zenith seemed to have a huge black sun. A furious shockwave descended from above his head. Before he could react, his consciousness had vanished.

The place where he was standing had been an open space, but in silence, it had turned into a large black pit. And the person who crossed the stone has since disappeared and become part of the soil.